She said she was going to the Leichi Experimental Field and said she was going to study. Ronan's first stop after leaving Ha City was to return home to Xia City.
From the time she left home at the end of June to now, she has been away from home for three whole weeks, which also led to Rui Wen wandering in the wilderness, accompanied by a smooth-tongued man. Ms. Luo Shuqing was already quite dissatisfied with Ronan.
At least this is the case when communicating remotely.
No matter what, Ronan had to go back and show his attitude.
It was probably his attitude that Ms. Luo Shuqing wanted. She arrived home during dinner and dragged Ruiwen back from the wilderness. As soon as the two of them appeared like this, the smile on her aunt's face could not be suppressed no matter what.
Although the object of his kindness was mainly Rui Wen, Ronan didn't receive cold looks either, right?
However, Ronan's behavior of pinching some food did not help him get a dinner.
It was really an unlucky time for him to come.
Uncle Mo Haihang is working overtime in the bureau, and the disorderly flow of information in the Deep Blue World has led to endless fluctuations in Xia City society in recent days. It is time for a core management department like SCA to play its role.
As for Moya, there are performances in the evening; and Mo Peng, this social dog, spends his weekends going out and having fun, so he called early and said he would eat out in the evening.
Thanks to this time of year, he can still play.
But it also proved that, at least on Xia City's side, the social order that was turbulent due to the impact of Deep Blue World information was still within control.
Half of the hundreds of millions of ordinary people in Xia City have struggled from the era of distortion, and they have their own rules for survival and life.
Xiacheng looks like this, and Hacheng looks like another. Humans with the same genetic heritage are so differentiated and colorful, but their records in the ancient ritual texts are just a few understatements.
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The problem is, it can't be wrong yet.
Billions of galaxies, countless ethnic groups, overlapping generations, mostly behave like this in chaotic time and space. The vast majority of genetic populations, as well as the civilizations they have created and accumulated over generations, are spinning in that circle, from vigorous vitality to death.
This is the final conclusion after integrating and screening billions of examples from the macro perspective of the ancient gods.
Of course, even on such a huge base, there are also some extraordinary people who transcend the ordinary and cross the ladder of heaven. They are like the immortality of the new gods and the tyranny of the great kings. The description of the ancient gods is ultimately difficult to summarize.
Thinking too far again...
In any case, Ms. Luo Shuqing really didn't prepare any meals here. She was thinking about being lazy and dieting tonight.
On the one hand, it's because she has a serious lack of confidence in herself and her smart housekeeper's ability to make fire and rice, and on the other hand, it's because she really has some unfinished work.
Ronan looked at the bulging notebooks placed in the living room, somewhat surprised:
"These notes...do you need to sort them out again?"
Of course Ronan knew the origin of these notebooks. He got these notebooks from the Horned Demon, and they were previously stored in the Seventy Format Laboratory.
Back then, the Horned Demon guy broke in and took these and several other extremely precious records to provoke Ronan. One of them was even sent to the Emerald Light Auction.
Now that the Horned Demon is dead and not even a scrap is left, all the wealthy businessmen and dignitaries who participated in the auction at that time also contributed money and efforts to establish the "Ronan and His Friends Foundation". Basically, there is a grudge.
A write-off.
However, Ronan has not forgotten that there should be a special notebook recording his grandfather's sensory information, which is in the hands of the Amaterasu Order and Li Wei.
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Those few notebooks could not be obtained in a short period of time, and the remaining records were relatively normal and had no extraordinary value. After leaving files for the Xia City branch, Ronan took them home.
They have no value in the eyes of others, but to Ronan and Luo Shuqing, they are particularly memorable.
Today Luo Shuqing took advantage of her free time on the weekend to take them out for maintenance and tidying up.
Since they were used frequently when they were first recorded, and things became chaotic later, and they were not properly kept, these notebooks were quite stained.
When I got it from the Xiacheng branch, out of respect for the recorder and of course Ronan, the staff who made photocopies and kept the files actually did some careful maintenance.
But Luo Shuqing still felt that it was not enough, and now she bought a packaging machine specially used to maintain the text state, and sealed these notebooks one by one.
In this state, it does look much neater and nicer, but it is inconvenient to take it out and read it frequently.
In Ronan's opinion, this kind of behavior is somewhat overkill, but if his elders want to do this, he can't interfere, and he has to help.
Luo Shuqing said: "You don't have to worry about it, just leave me to clean it up slowly, and I'll cook for you."
After saying that, he hesitated again: "Why don't you let Lao Mo... let's go out to eat?"
This seems weird too.
Kitchen workers will always face some embarrassing situations.
Ronan was not actually hungry, but at this time, skipping dinner didn't seem like the right thing to do. When he hesitated, he heard Raven say:
"I come."
After Ruiwen returned home, she had remained obediently silent, but now she raised her hand and said, "I can do something."
Facing the looks of Ronan and Luo Shuqing, the little girl acted calmly as usual: "I have no problem with the proportion and heat."
Three consecutive sentences, three "I"s, reflect the results of Ruiwen's experience in the position of "public figure" during this period.
Ms. Luo Shuqing always respected the children's subjective initiative and said nothing more. She asked Lao Mo, the smart butler, to turn on the assist mode. After digging out a few simple recipes, Ruiwen let herself go.
The aunt and nephew had nothing else to do and were still staying here in the living room, sealing the notebook.
During this period, we will definitely have to chat.
Speaking of which, there are more things about Luo Nanjing now, but the topics between Luo Shuqing and him have become less. There are too many sensitive areas, and Luo Nan doesn't want to talk about them to make his elders worry; Luo Shuqing doesn't want to show this worry, either.
Just a little too cautious.
They always focus on those commonplace things in the past, such as grandpa's body, the stench of Moya's entertainment industry, etc. Being able to talk about some things about Mo Haihang's family is considered to expand the topic.
But this goes on and on, and finally it comes back to me.
Ronan was somewhat at a loss for words: "It will not be easy to read these books in the future."
"Didn't you leave a file?"
Luo Shuqing smiled slightly, not letting Ronan touch her sealing machine, and just lowered her head to operate it: "Anyway, I can't read it, and I can't understand it. I couldn't do it when I was young, and I can't do it now. It doesn't matter whether it's sealed like this or not.
No more packing it up, just putting it on the bookshelf... The shelf was just shipped yesterday, and it is placed there every day. Maybe I really think I understand it."
"..."
Ronan knew that her aunt's words were filled with emotional reminiscences. Maybe it was because her grandfather's physical condition had fluctuated in recent days, which made her more stressed. Or maybe it was because of Ronan's current strange identity that made her worried.
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No matter what, there is an increasing need to anchor some support in the past memory.
At this time, it was impossible for Ronan to pat his chest and say: Auntie, don’t worry, your nephew is very powerful now and I can handle everything...
With a formidable enemy like Levi on the opposite side, Ronan really couldn't guarantee it, so he could only be extra attentive and behave more well-behaved.
Just listen to Luo Shuqing say again: "If you want to see, just tear it open, I will seal it up again without any trouble."
"That's not necessary."
Ronan was too lazy to repeat the words "I have a file". In fact, if he wanted to read these notes, he really didn't need the reserved electronic file.
As he spoke, he lightly stroked the surface of the sealed notebook with his fingers, feeling the rough texture of the original cover underneath the smooth plastic seal; and the loose and swollen pages on the lower layer, the overlapping tension of the layers; even if it was finer, it would be completely
You can feel the ink-stained strokes on each page and the uneven marks of pressure on the paper.
All he had to do was reorganize the information and arrange it in a certain order, and the entire contents of the notebook would be reprinted in Ronan's mind.
In fact, this is really nothing. As the top psychic telepathic master on earth, it is natural for Ronan to do this.
In fact, the dozens of old notebooks neatly stacked and packaged in the living room are all reflected in Ronan's consciousness at this time.
However, Ronan did not deliberately organize the fragmented information he sensed, at least not according to the logic of the words originally recorded in the notebook, nor according to any language rules on earth.
He changed his mode.
Don't consider the existing words and their corresponding things and principles, so that you throw away the relevant meanings, and just try to use the new language logic you just learned to describe the current material state.
But at his current level, he was far from being concise and precise. After many attempts, he could only relax the requirements, again and again. In the end, Ronan himself was confused, and he was not sure what was becoming more and more complicated.
Description, is it still consistent with the goal?
But in the end, the constructed visualization time and space finally gave positive feedback: Ronan captured a certain "image" that was dynamic, overlapping, and very blurry, as if it were a flower that bloomed and fell in an instant, showing a seemingly continuous
evolutionary state.
Ronan was a little dizzy, because the impression of this moment vaguely included the evolution of all things on the planet that hosted him during a certain period of time... ten years? Anyway, it was hundreds of thousands of days and nights.
He did not really accept this information, which was specious anyway; correspondingly, he also failed to achieve accurate editing. The details of the changes in these notebooks since they appeared on the earth were completely submerged in blur and chaos, fleeting and disappearing.
Confused and confused.
Ronan took a deep breath, put the notebook in his hand on the desk, and calmed down.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something again. He raised his head and saw Ruiwen walking out of the kitchen. On the tray in his hand were three steaming bowls of porridge, which were sending rich odor molecules into the air, spreading and flowing.
"Well, what are you doing?" Ms. Luo Shuqing looked up at the dining table.
"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, it's a little hot, you can wait for a minute." Rui Wen replied.
"Let's eat first."
Ronan needed to change his mind, so he was not polite. He walked to the dining table first. He saw that the semi-thick rice porridge was dotted with some minced chives. It was bright in color and had the aroma of meat, rice, ginger and preserved eggs.
They rolled together and hit the end of his nose.
Sniffling, Ronan felt inexplicably that Ruiwen was making the changes in these ingredients stand out. When the changes came to him according to the time sequence, it was the most perfect state.